Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.